life is way too short to take it slow

Sleep eventually claimed them both. Iolaire curled as much of her form around Deathbelle as she could manage. Their evening together had been everything that Io had hoped for. The sights and sounds of the two toned woman while in the throes of pleasure were unmatched. The glaze that took over those lavender eyes afterwards was perfect. Their time together had been perfect. Perfect events led to much needed sleep.

Several hours later, the light coming through the natural window shifted from moonlight to sunlight. The small fae cracked one eye and offered a soft grumble before stretching. Rising to a seated position, she gave Deathbelle a soft nudge. "Time to wake up, lovely. Unfortunately, the world needs us." Leaning down, she swept her tongue and cheek across the resting fae's own cheek. How would Deathbelle feel this morning? Would she regret their time together? Would she feel sheepish? Would she feel some sort of guilty anger? It wouldn't change the way that Iolaire felt about the whole ordeal, but she was curious how the woman beneath her would react.